"In the midst of despair, we can always find a glimmer of hope. The difference between a winner and a loser is whether or not she can be found and caught. ”

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"Heh, damn philosophy of success, damn poisonous chicken soup!" The corners of Rowe's mouth twitched in pain, his arms numb at the moment, but his mind and will were still running like a damn perpetual motion machine. Despite the fact that the perpetual motion machine... After the existence of souls has been verified, it is still a damn paradox.

"In the wind tunnel test, how did the spacecraft that did not fall apart resist the wind?" This thought flashed through Luo Wei's mind.

"[God calculates]! Calculate a reasonable drag coefficient! Countless lines of wind flowing, and a string of parameters and numbers attached to the lines, appeared in front of Luo Wei's eyes, and Luo Wei seemed to be able to see the invisible wind.

While trying to swoop forward with his head bowed sideways, Luo Wei used different movement postures of his body to find the posture that could use the most reasonable drag coefficient in his own posture according to the calculation of [Divine Calculation].

"Do you want to move forward with the wind?" Feng Chen muttered to himself. Seeing the first round of the wind, the blocking effect has been cut by Rowe. Feng Chen decisively stopped the first round of the wind to avoid needless consumption of holy energy. Luo Wei, who had been seriously injured in both arms and had a sharp decline in mobility, was no longer as threatening as before.

And the apostle audience who was blown away by the wind finally breathed a sigh of relief and returned to their original positions, they thought that Feng Chen would blow the wind for dozens of minutes.

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As soon as the wind around him was light, Luo Wei's strange posture had no value in existence. Rovi's feet were empty and he nearly tripped over. Luo Wei's concentration inevitably decreased a little under continuous pressure and injury, and if it was usual, even if the posture was odd, Luo Wei would not have almost tripped.

"Tatsumaki!" Five tornadoes of the same length and width as the side of the field rushed towards Rowe side by side!

"Not a real tornado, after all!" Luo Wei's eyes were closed, the forbidden was fully open, and [Divine Calculation] assisted Luo Wei's eyes to find the gap between the wind and the wind!

However, just when Luo Wei thought that he had successfully drilled out of the gap and dodged the tornado, behind the gap, countless blue knives stabbed at him without stopping, and the speed of the blue knives had exceeded the speed of sound!

"Trap!" Luo Wei twisted in the air, trying to avoid the blue knife cutting into his vital point.

But even so, there were still three wind blades with a sharp edge like a saber, breaking through one of his thighs, one calf, and left arm at super high speed.

Countless blood gurgled out, and Luo Wei collapsed, his body completely drenched in a pool of blood.

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"Ahh In the silent audience, a childish, fearful scream pierced the eardrums.

Luo Yan howled and cried, and fainted with fright. The tutor of the junior class immediately rushed forward and took Luo Yan to the school medical hall...

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Even if he fell, Luo Wei still tilted his head and looked at Feng Chen, who was standing not far away with an indifferent expression.

The audience outside the stadium was silent, and no one ran out to shout "freak" and "why don't you die" or anything like that. This scene has been so tragic that these apostolic students, who have never seen a lot of blood, have planted the seeds of true fear in their hearts.

No one can really be in a situation close to losing their life without fear.

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Feng Chen looked at the referee, the meaning was obvious.

The referee glanced at Feng Chen, and then clicked on the countdown on the microcomputer.

“10，9，8，7… 3，2…”

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With the excessive blood loss, Luo Wei's consciousness has slowly become chaotic...

"Is this the end of it... yes, it's just a game, why not let it end like this..."Rowe's eyelids grew heavy as the synthesized sound of the countdown in his ears grew.

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A pair of warm hands stretched out in front of Luo Wei, as if waiting for Luo Wei to hold it, its owner's appearance was very vague, but his casual and optimistic voice was so clear - "Hey, stinky boy, don't sleep!" ”

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"Why do you feel colder?" One of the apostles shuddered, rubbing his arms back and forth.

Feng Chen's blue-brown pupils shrank slightly, and he saw that the pool of blood under Luo Wei's body had all condensed into blood-colored ice. The few tragic wounds that he had cut open, and no blood flowed out.

Luo Wei slowly opened his eyes, and the referee stopped the countdown at the last minute.

Feng Chen didn't take the opportunity to make a move, even if Luo Wei was a freak who was hated by thousands of people and abandoned by thousands of people, but if he took advantage of the opponent's serious injury to make up for the knife in a game, his reputation would probably be rancid.

Feng Chen didn't care much about fame, he just wanted to see if Luo Wei could still stand up. Luo Wei's life was very interesting to him—like a child looking down at a dying bee that had lost its tail needle—it was harmless, but embarrassed, writhing on the ground, as if it could bring soul and philosophical enlightenment to human beings who were still thriving.

Rowe's eyes were out of focus, and his dark, dilated pupils were just staring ahead of him.

Sensing that Luo Wei's state was different, Feng Chen frowned.

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"He's—" Huang Qin frowned slightly, biting the nail of her thumb.

"It's like a rampage... However, it seems to be an 'unconscious rampage', which comes from the creature's instinct to protect itself, not the rampage caused by excessive emotional or soul fluctuations. Akles pinched his silver earrings and said.

"Look at the ice that clotted out of his blood, and... The low temperature in this venue. Huang Qin looked around and said.

"Heh, the Luo family, one of the most conservative apostolic inheritance families, starting from the ancestor Luo Min, has been passed down from generation to generation until six generations. The first to sixth generations are all male inheritors, one male and one female in the seventh generation, and one male and one female in the eighth generation. The Divine Tree Gene has never fallen into the hands of other families, and it is one of the most primordial and closest to the primordial divine powers..."The silver-haired Alai said slowly, and in his tone, it was difficult to distinguish between joy and anger.

Huang Qin glanced at Alex, said in a light tone, "You have done your homework." ”

Akles pursed his lips and smiled, not saying anything more.

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Luo Wei looked at Feng Chen with blank eyes and raised his right hand.

"Boom, boom!"

Countless deep and pitch-black ice edges emerged from the field, and the terrifying cold air instantly engulfed the entire A field!

"What kind of ice is this!" In the first row of the contestants, a man in gray stood up and slapped the pocket watch in his hand in front of the special table in the first row!

"Xuan Bing..." The beard was tied into pigtails, and the strangely dressed Samen Lefu brushed his braided beard, and his eye lines stretched and lengthened.

When the Xuanbing Ice that was nearly ten meters high and nearly two meters thick stabbed out diagonally, Feng Chen had already used his own wind as a cushion, and under the buffer of the compressed flowing air, he was lifted and flew up.

The wind seemed to turn into invisible wings around him, giving him the ability to fly.

Feng Chen looked at his frozen right hand and muttered, "Is this the gap in the attributes of the Holy Energy..."

"Oh my God... Could it be that freak activated his recessive Divine Tree gene because of a severe injury? How lucky! ”

"Lucky? Do you want me to poke you half to death every day and make your strength grow by leaps and bounds? ”

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Luo Wei raised his hands high, and the entire Apostle Training Hall was covered with near-black ice edges in a matter of seconds, and the equipment that projected stereoscopic images also stopped operating at a low temperature close to absolute zero, and the entire body was frozen in the ice.

"Who... Who borrowed a [fire]...", a student with frosty eyebrows and a face purple from the cold, trembled.

"What nonsense!" The red-haired middle-aged woman, who looked somewhat similar to Huangqin, shook her head.

"Yes, do you want to stop the game?" asked Canaed Lee, who couldn't stand the cold, as he turned to Samonlefou.

Samon Lefu looked at his disciple Feng Chen from afar. He saw that although Feng Chen's face was also stained with frost, his back still seemed to be burning with war intent—a battle intent that he had never had.

Samen Lefu stretched, smiled, and didn't say anything, but looked at the stout and tall man with short gray hair.

The man understood and nodded.

The man shouted angrily, and all of the A field was wrapped in a deep and dark sphere!

The apostolic hall was in an uproar, and the apostolic cadets had never seen such a strange scene.

"This is—" Fang Shi looked at the tall, gray-haired man in the first row in front of him. He used to be the teacher of the Sacred Energy Practical Class in Fang Shi's intermediate class.

"Divide the space...[Space] is really weird and powerful." Akles looked at the man, and his young eyes did not hide the emotion of envy.

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"I can only hold on for five minutes, and if I haven't decided the winner, there's nothing I can do." The tall man glanced at Samon Lefou.

Samen Lefu looked at the man who was a little hanging, lowered his head and began to play with the pocket watch in his hand again.

"Alright, alright, I got it." The man in gray reluctantly put down his pocket watch and looked at the dark and fragmented space.

"[Divine Eye], [Illusion]—Mirage!" The man in gray whispered.

Immediately, the pitch-black fragmented space became transparent, and the apostle students once again saw Luo Wei and Feng Chen, who were surrounded by black ice.

In fact, the students did not see the two directly, what they saw was the "real illusion" of the man in gray projecting the real situation of the two on the original position of the space.

The dignified red-haired middle-aged woman stroked her long hair, her smooth arms were raised, and endless purple fire ignited near the ice edge, and the purple fire devoured and melted the black ice, and not a drop of melted water fell. However, Xuan Bing slowly vaporized directly.

"Huang Yun, your fire is still so strong, I don't know how many seconds it takes to cook instant noodles, hey!" The man in gray joked

"Hmph, the pot has melted for you, and you still want to eat noodles!" The dignified woman snorted coldly.

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The fragmented space is not devoid of light, the darkness on the surface of the spherical space is only the situation of the gap itself after the spatial fault is dislocated—there is no light there to show the color of all things themselves.

After there is a fault in the space, the light that originally shines on the space still jumps over the fault and is projected in. The fault itself is not a real concept, but only a partition of nothingness. Tall men can choose what rules to keep in the space they have cut off, and one of the rules that men choose to keep is - light energy jumps through the space fault and continues to spread.

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"It seems that I have to show my real skills, otherwise a black-robed apostle will be killed by an unconscious freak apostle, but I can't say anything." Feng Chen's words to himself were frivolous, but in his eyes, there was a flame of high fighting spirit.

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